Cockroach. In. My. Teakettle.
I just looked at a tape measure to check, and the thing had to be at least two inches long. I am not given to exaggerating or freaking out about bugs, but neither am I accustomed to finding two-inch cockroaches In My Teakettle (which we used last night).
Cockroach, you have your home and I have mine. They are not the same place. Please advise.
(Of course, Cockroach has just taken a three-story dive out the window and may not be paying much attention right now....)
Ew.
4 comments:
All God's creatures, Beth, all God's creatures.
Which is why I didn't kill it, I just returned it to its proper place in God's creation. Which is not, in fact, my kitchen.
I am paralyzed with fear. I might have just gotten a new tea kettle. No, I would have left it and made Ryan get rid of it later. Then soak the kettle in bleach for a day. Then scrub.
On second thought, I would have just gotten a new tea kettle.
You're a braver woman than I.
Yeah, leaving the cockroach where it was didn't seem like the best option, really.
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